> She didn't move her arm and her voice was muffled "You mean my brain isn't
> dripping out with it?"
>
> Then, at the amount of alarm in Sam's voice she made herself move and
moved
> her arm enough to look at the finger she raised and then the floor drops
of
> blood had fallen on and let a half groan half explicative she hadn't used
in
> years escape as she let her hand fall back down and arm back over her
eyes.
>
> She was just too damned tired and everything hurt, making her think she
> might be diving headlong into a bout of the flu. She didn't want to move,
> even to take care of her finger.
>
Sam:
"I'll be back in a minute," Sam said and she headed for the bathroom to
retrieve the first aid kit. She returned and sat down beside her friend
cleaning and bandaging the cut again. She was careful to put pressure on it
this time. Then she felt her friends head a worried look setting in.
"You're a little warm. Come on, lets get you bed." She knew no one should
stay in htat house. No telling what it was infected with.
